Luyện nghe bài hát Scene: A Train Platform In Yorkshire/the House Upon The Hill

House the Hill

High on a hill a big old house
With something inside it.
Spirits the halls
And make no now to hide it.

What put their souls to rest
And stop ceaseless sighing?
Why do call out children's names
And speak of one who's

MRS.
Well, you're right not to
your uncle isn't going
to trouble himself you.

And the hears the whispers
On the stairways and still,
And the speak of secrets
In the upon the hill.

MRS.
a hunchback, you see.
And a sour man he was,
and got no good of all his
and a big place he were married.

To my Aunt

MRS.
She were a sweet, pretty and he'd
have walked the over to get her
a blade of grass she wanted. When
she died, it him worse than ever.

High on a hill a big old house
ith wrong inside it.
died, and someone's left
Alone and can't it.

There in the house is a man
Still by her beauty,
Asking what a can be
Where remains but duty.

Is it always so ugly

MRS.
It's the moor. and miles
of wild land nothing grows
on but and gorse and broom,
and lives on but wild
and sheep.

What is that howling sound?

MRS.
the wind blowing through the bushes
they call it wuthering that
but there that tiny light
far across
that'll be the it will.

And the hears the whispers
On the dark and still,
And the speak of secrets
In the upon the hill.